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octavian

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The future King of Interracial Hentai. Check out my 'Cyndel Vale needs money' series, just search her name in the explorer. I'm a huge anime and hentai fan. Definitely like to show love to the anime girls that don't get enough love! Drop me a comment or a like so I can get better. Thanks.

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The Farmer's Daughter

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Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses

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Light and angle tests

AI art 'The musician's struggle - Ch 1' with user description 'My name is Mika Nakamura and I'm a struggling musician. I love the guitar and play everywhere I can and honestly...it sucks.

I remember what I had to do just to get on stage and play a gig last week. I don't mind sucking a cock to get ahead...it's part of the game, I guess, but I don't recommend one that's been in leather for 3 hours. Ugh.

*buzz*
Damnit, Eric is calling me again...third time this week. Why can't he take the hint? Yes, we had sex two weeks ago but I told that bastard not to get me pregnant and what does he do? Put my legs over my head and tries to breed me. That jerk is SO lucky I just started birth control that day, but the only thing he can go fuck is himself. No respect, no pussy....that's my motto.

*buzz*
Oh? Looks like I got a call that might be worth my while. Better get to bed; seems like I have a big week ahead.'

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The musician's struggle - Ch 1

blackhairedstudent

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Hey guys if you like my work leave a like and follow, and if you really liked or have some tips for me to get better or even criticize leave a comment, i love reading them ❤️. I also accept requests... coment a post that you liked that I will try to do one that ressemble it with a girl of your choice... (only girls that have tags) Thanks for being here and have a nice fap

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Haunted House

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Megumin ❤️

AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light.
"**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady.
A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me."
Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust.
"I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact."
She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space.
The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch.
She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound.
Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core.
The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated.
"How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve.
But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed.
"So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one."
The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving."
Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed.
"This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all."
..'

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Fern Strategy

AI art 'Cosplay Event' with user description 'The glow of the computer monitor reflected in Marin’s energetic eyes as she scrolled through various fabrication forums. She was looking for inspiration for her next big project when a notification pinged—an encrypted, slightly glitchy email with the subject line: **"The Hidden Citadel: A Legend of Orcs and Captives."** It looked like a high-budget, underground immersive event featuring a "shady" medieval RPG theme. The aesthetic was gritty—Orcs, warriors, and ladies in distress.
Marin, being a lover of all things niche and hyper-realistic, didn't hesitate. She glanced at the date and location—an old, repurposed warehouse on the outskirts of the city—and hit "Confirm." She was so excited about the opportunity to see high-level creature makeup that she skimmed right over the fine print. Had she slowed down, she would have seen the clause stating that all "female protagonists" were required to adhere to the "Service and Submission" protocol of the Orcish Horde.
On the day of the event, Marin arrived dressed in a breathtakingly detailed Princess Peach cosplay. At the entrance, a man in a dark robe handed her a thick stack of papers. "Sign the participation waiver, Princess," he muttered. "Failure to complete the main event results in a permanent blacklist from all major regional cosplay circuits." Assuming it was a standard safety waiver, Marin signed her name with a flourish and stepped through the heavy steel doors.
The air inside was thick with the scent of musk, latex, and heavy fog. Standing before her was a mountain of men—at least twenty—all in "perfect" Orc cosplay. These were classic, grotesque monsters: sagging, green-tinted skin, tusks, and massive, protruding bellies. But the detail that made Marin freeze was the "costume" choice. Every single one of them was exposed, their massive members out in the open, looming large and imposing. Initially, Marin’s shock turned into a fit of giggles. "The commitment to the trope is insane!" she laughed, taking selfies while the Orcs watched her with heavy, unblinking eyes.
Suddenly, a horn blasted. The atmosphere snapped. The Orcs’ posture changed; the casual "cosplayer" vibe vanished. The grey Orc grabbed Marin’s arm, and another reached out, giving a violent tug to her pink dress. The sound of tearing satin echoed in the hall.
"Wait! Stop! My dress!" Marin screamed, her face paling. "This is too far! Stop it!"
Instantly, the men froze. The aggressive energy vanished. The grey Orc let go of her arm and stepped back, looking genuinely concerned. He pulled the contract from a nearby table and ripped it into shreds. "We're sorry," he said, his voice no longer a guttural growl but the soft tone of a nervous hobbyist. "We thought you knew. The email, the contract... it was all part of the 'Dark RPG' theme. We thought you were here for that. We're not rapists, Marin. If you didn't know, you shouldn't be here. You can leave right now. No blacklist, no trouble."
Marin stood there, clutching the torn fabric of her dress. The door was open. She was free to go. But as she turned to leave, a dark, intrusive thought entered her mind. She looked back at the twenty massive, grotesque "monsters." She thought about her love for extreme realism, for pushing boundaries, and a strange, primal curiosity took hold. She wanted to know if she, as a woman, could actually handle the fantasy she so often admired from a distance.
She turned back around, her eyes welling with tears of pure nerves. "Wait," she whispered. Her voice trembled, and she was visibly afraid, but her resolve was there. "I... I want to stay. Everyone here... you can use me. I'm scared, but I want to see if I can take you."
The Orcs exchanged glances, and then, with her explicit consent, the main event truly began. They were no longer monsters, but they stayed in character at her request. As the first man approached, Marin was crying from the sheer intensity of the fear and the physical scale of him. But as they began to fuck her, the tears stopped. The fear was replaced by a surging, overwhelming wave of pleasure that she had never experienced.
The three-hour marathon was brutal and relentless. Marin served as the "slave" to all twenty men, her body being pushed to its absolute limits. Instead of sobbing, the warehouse was soon filled with her rhythmic, ecstatic moans. She found herself arching into the rough, green skin of the cosplayers, her mind completely lost to the sensation. She climaxed four times, her vision blurring as she was passed from one "Orc" to the next.
When the timer finally buzzed, Marin lay on the floor amidst the wreckage of her pink satin, her skin flushed and her hair a tangled mess. She felt exhausted, sore, and strangely fulfilled. She looked up at the grey Orc as she gathered her things. "Hey," she croaked, a dazed smile on her face. "Make sure you text me for next year. I'll be ready."'

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Cosplay Event

zerogroupe21

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Captured Knight

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Caught in the rain

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Sleepy 1A

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Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny

sjame83

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just an incredibly horny human

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Korra

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outfit showcase

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Marie rose

ilikeboobs

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Bowsette Nudes

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Dawn at her Limit

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Some Tests

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Goth Dawn

elric7472

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Surfs Up!

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Red M mage

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Red M dancing mage

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Nur ein Producer mit stark perversen Neigungen im Gakuen iDOLM@STER.

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Hiro, Beta

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The automatic tagging feature isn't working

AI art 'Rinami, my Sister' with user description 'wie sehr ich sie vermisse… besonders nachts.'

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Rinami, my Sister

AI art 'Shinosawa Hiro......? Yeah, that pathetic whore again.' with user description 'immer die Erste, die nach 30 Sekunden mit dem Palico-Cart rausgetragen wird, weil sie nicht mal ihren Arsch zusammenhalten kann.'

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Shinosawa Hiro......? Yeah, that pathetic whore again.

aitigrex

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Tsunades gambling debts

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Hinata’s private mission

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Ino gathering intel for a mission

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Kafka Easter Edition Alt. Covers

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Acheron Easter Edition Alt. Covers

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Feixiao Easter Edition Alt. Covers

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